“Nothing we say will make Kendall realize that, Christopher,” Meggie said with a sigh.
“Fuck her. Just cuz she a insecure cunt don’t mean I gotta stop sayin’ you the most gorgeous fuckin’ thing in the world.” He paused and narrowed his eyes. “Wait a fuckin’ minute. That bitch ain’t here. What the motherfucker did?”
Meggie pursed her mouth. “Nothing.”
“I gotta fuck up Johnnie over the shit?”
“Nope,” Meggie said with confidence.
Kissing her, he pulled her against him. “Okay, baby. I’ma stay the fuck outta it.”
“Thank you,” she said with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck when he bent down. “It’s Kendall being Kendall.”
“That ain’t soundin’ good, Megan. Kendall bein’ Kendall lead to all types of bullshit. Honestly? Part of my ass wonderin’ if she fuckin’ with Johnnie. Motherfucker went the fuck against what I wanted and brought a issue to the brothers. That ain’t like John Boy, baby.”
“Is it serious? Will you have problems?”
He dodged the question. “I fuckin’ went with the club vote and met with the fuckheads Johnnie wanted. Sorriest thing I ever fuckin’ did. I shoulda just blown them the fuck up.”
“Christopher!” Meggie cried. “Omigod! So you’re saying you will have problems?”
He shrugged. “If I do, I gotta lock you and the other girls the fuck down again. For now, see a motherfucker that got a cut from the Imperials, get the fuck away and don’t let them know who the fuck you is.”
“Can you tell me what’s going on?”
He gave her a look that told her not really. She sighed and rubbed her temples.
“Does that mean I have to withdraw CJ from school?”
Actually, all the older kids would have to be withdrawn, if the women had to go on lockdown.
He winced. “Megan, I promise, Ima do my fuckin’ best not to have to do that. Ima just have some long fuckin’ days the fuck ahead. Then, I gotta figure out what the fuck goin’ on with Johnnie. I ain’t thought too much of the shit. My ass told myself he was just bein’ careful cuz of his cunt and their children.”
“Kendall has a name,” Megan chastised.
“If the bitch had some fuckin’ sense, my ass’d fuckin’ use her name. She don’t, so fuck her.”
“You wouldn’t like it if I was called a cunt as much as you call Kendall one.”
“I’d cut the fuck outta a motherfucker tongue who dared call you that.”
“That’s a double standard.”
“Don’t give a good fuck. It’s my fuckin’ standard. Case fuckin’ closed.”
“If something’s going on with Johnnie, Christopher, and you start in on Kendall, things might get bad.”
“And I might fuck him and her up,” he responded. “If you mean what the fuck I think you mean.”
“That depends on what you’re reading into my words?”
“Sound to me like you im-fuckin-plyin’ Johnnie might be stupid e-fuckin-nuff to confront you cuz of his bitch.”
“It would only be fair, in the scheme of things,” she said, hoping he saw her point of view.
“Megan, baby, listen up. I hate the fuckin’ ground his bitch walk on. So many fuckin’ times I coulda looked the other fuckin’ way and just ignored the fuck outta her. But she do shit. All the fuckin’ time. Worse, she a fuckin’ low down whore.”
Outrage descended into Meggie and she opened her mouth to light into Christopher. He raised his hand.
“Don’t say a fuckin’ thing. I ain’t callin’ her a whore cuz of all the motherfuckers that stuck their cocks in her. My ass callin’ her that cuz she hate the fuckin’ ground I walk on, but wanna get dick from me just to say she was fuckin’ powerful e-fuckin-nuff to break my ass down and to show you I ain’t worth shit. Johnnie love the fuck outta Kendall. If he knew how many fuckin’ times she came on to my ass, that would fuck him up.”
Meggie knew Christopher loved her, but hearing about Kendall’s attempt at seduction didn’t make her feel good at all.
Knowing her as he did, he hugged her again.
“Aww, baby. If Arma-fuckin-geddon happened to-fuckin-day, and me and Kendall ended up as the last motherfuckers on earth, I’d saw my cock off with a jagged fuckin’ rock and bleed the fuck to death before I ever touched her.”
“I know,” she said in a small voice.
Christopher cradled her face between his hands. “Baby, I’m just cluein’ you the fuck in ‘bout why I hate her and why I ain’t callin’ her Kendall. Johnnie ain’t even made it to the club today. Mort went to Johnnie and Kendall house and that bitch wouldn’t let Mort in.”
“That’s odd. Mortician is always welcomed there.”
“My ass called Johnnie and he ain’t sound right. I was talkin’ to him and, mid-sentence, she got on the fuckin’ phone and said he was fuckin’ under the weather.”
Meggie searched her mind, trying to think if Kendall had mentioned anything about Johnnie being sick. Beyond wanting Johnnie to change his name to Caldwell—something not even worth mentioning—nothing came to mind. “What do you think’s going on?”
“No fuckin’ clue.” Christopher shrugged. “Believe it or fuckin’ not, I tell myself Kendall ain’t ever gonna hurt Johnnie, but you can’t be sure with bitches belongin’ in psycho camps.”
“Kendall loves Johnnie,” Meggie said, believing that to her bones.
“Kendall a selfish, vain, psycho bitch,” Christopher corrected. “She got fuckin’ legal drugs comin’ out the ass to try to make her brain work like a human. She might fuckin’ not wanna hurt John Boy, but I ain’t too sure ‘bout fuckin’ druggin’ him to control him. Logan did it to your old man. Ruined Big Joe for-fuckin-ever. If Kendall want something and Johnnie ain’t givin’ her her way cuz he know Ima fuck him up if it goes against the club, that bitch’ll find a way to get what she want.”
“Noooo.” Meggie shook her head in denial. “Kendall wouldn’t drug Johnnie. You’re just saying that because you don’t like her.”
“I fuckin’ hope so, baby. If only that bitch behaved. Fuck, Megan, I even fuckin’ considered lettin’ her work with Brooks. Just to keep her happy so John Boy can be fuckin’ happy. But, fuck, that’s what happened before. Brooks the club attorney, yet his ass’ll let Kendall take over and fuck us all up.”
“Honestly, Christopher, I’ve thought about asking you the same thing. Then, I keep remembering seeing what I thought was your dead body after that man broke in…all the result of Kendall’s actions. As much as I want her and Johnnie happy, I can’t…it’s such a risk.”
Christopher scrubbed a hand over his face. “Give that bitch a inch and she gonna take a fuckin’ foot.”
“I know,” she whispered as the door flew open and CJ burst in. Zoann must not have come in, instead only dropping him off then continuing home with her sons, who went to the same school as CJ.
He frowned at Christopher. “’Law, why you here?”
CJ still veered between incorrect and correct speech. Sooner or later, he’d get the hang of it.
“I fuckin’ live here, boy,” Christopher pointed out as CJ ran to him and grinned.
They fist bumped, then Christopher turned to her.
“My ass gotta get the fuck back to the club.” He kissed her again, then laid his hand on CJ’s shoulder. “Take care of your ma, son.”
“Yes, Dad.”
Together, the three of them walked through the house to the front door, where they bid Christopher farewell.
Her Valentine’s Day Ball crossed her mind, and she sighed. She’d monitor the situation for the next couple of days. If everything settled, she’d bring it up to Christopher. Otherwise, she’d have to put that idea on the back burner.
“Are you busy?”
At the sound of Kendall’s voice, Christopher stiffened. She was the last person he wanted to talk to at the moment. Or fucking ever. However, unless he squeezed through the goddamn small ass window behin
d him to get away, he had to respond. Otherwise, she’d stand in his office door, looming like a fucking specter.
Besides, it was a new year. A time for new beginnings. Christmas and New Year’s had passed without drama. Psycho bitch wasn’t going to the house, which meant he left the club every afternoon to fuck his girl and, for the most part, Johnnie seemed back to normal. Shipments hadn’t been intercepted. No motherfuckers had been killed. And his plans to strike every fucking Imperials’ hangout he could find was progressing.
The numbers on the spreadsheet blurred and he pressed his lips together, gritting his teeth.
Maybe, Christopher had been wrong about his suspicions that Kendall was fucking him up in some way. Other than the ways she normally fucked him up. Just by being her.
“Chris…”
Snapping his head up, he narrowed his eyes, and Kendall glared at him.
“Outlaw,” she corrected. “Are you busy?”
“No,” he snapped. “My ass just sittin’ at my desk, twiddlin’ my fuckin’ thumbs.”
“I’m surprised you remember you have thumbs to twiddle since you’re always so focused on another appendage.”
He wasn’t entertaining her bullshit innuendoes. “What the fuck you want?”
At his question, she stepped into his office and closed the door, smiling at him. She sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
His aggravation increased. “How the fuck you get my ass askin’ you what the fuck you want into a invitation to sit your fuckin’ ass down, Kendall?”
“I need to talk to you,” she said, instead of answering his question.
“Ain’t interested, so get the fuck out.”
She glanced at him through her lashes. “It’s about Johnnie.”
Christopher clenched his jaw. She fucking knew he’d hear her out if it had to do with his brother. However… “Open the fuckin’ door. Ain’t wantin’ your dragon ass to suck up all my fuckin’ oxygen.”
“Asshole,” she hissed. “Those types of insults went out in third grade.” She snapped her fingers. “That’s right. I forgot you failed kindergarten, so you were already a drop-out by grade three.”
“Kiss my motherfuckin’ drop-out ass.”
She sniffed. “You’d like that.”
“Tell me what the fuck wrong with Johnnie, then get the fuck outta my face. Drop your fuckin’ bullshit, Kendall. Now.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she licked her lips. “Do you always have to be so forceful?” she breathed.
Christopher roared to his feet, slamming his chair into the wall and pointing to the door. “Get the fuck out.”
She stood. “I’ll behave. I really need your help.”
He was almost finished comparing the master spreadsheet from the reports of all his support clubs, to make sure everything balanced to close out last year’s books. He could take a few minutes to discover what was going on with Johnnie. Megan wasn’t going anywhere. Even if he was ten or fifteen minutes late, they’d still go to their home-gym for the exercise routine that was little more than a way to fuck her in the middle of the day in a variety of creative ways.
If he had to deal with Johnnie—Kendall—and their problems, he’d more than likely be pissed like a motherfucker. Thanks to Kendall, he was already half way there. Of course, once he saw Megan, all his annoyance would evaporate.
Still…“How bad is it if you gotta talk to me ‘bout it, instead of Megan?”
Her mouth turned up in a phony grin. “Your wife can’t help me with this,” she said lightly. “Only you.”
He’d bet his ass Megan could have helped her. Furthermore, Megan was probably the only one who could sway him to cooperate with what the fuck ever Kendall needed help with. This bitch knew that. She just wanted to yank his fucking chains. Besides, Kendall never needed help dealing with Johnnie. She held both his balls in her pocket and manipulated the fuck out of him more often than not.
If any-fucking-body needed help, it was Johnnie.
“What Johnnie need my help with?” he demanded.
“I need the help,” she answered impatiently.
Folding his arms, he lifted a brow, waiting.
“Fine,” she huffed. “I want to do something, but Johnnie says I can’t. It’s really important to me. Can you talk to him?”
He frowned. “Wait a fuckin’ minute. You want my fuckin’ ass to go to your man and interfere after he told your ass to sit the fuck down ‘bout something you probably ain’t needin’ to be doin’ in the first fuckin’ place?”
“Spin it however you’d like, but, yes, that’s the gist of it.”
He stared at her a moment, then guffawed like a madman. He had to fucking give it to Kendall. Bitch had balls. He was the last person who was interested in giving her her way. Yet, here the fuck she was, asking him to go over her husband’s head and do just that.
“Asshole!” she snarled. “It’s not that funny.”
“It sure the fuck is,” he said around chuckles, wiping his eyes. “I ain’t givin’ much of a fuck if you ain’t ever gettin’ your goddamn way, so get the fuck out. Whatever Johnnie told you to go fuck yourself ‘bout, Ima tell your ass the same thing.”
“But it’s important,” she insisted, her anger deserting her and tears rushing to her eyes. She sniffled. “Please. I’m so bored.”
That got his attention, and killed his humor. A bored Kendall was a dangerous one. “Shut the fuck up with your goddamn tears. They ain’t gonna work on me.”
As fast as they started, her tears dried up.
He reseated himself then nodded to the chair Kendall stood in front of. “Sit,” he ordered. Once she complied, he leaned back and caught her gaze. “Tell me what the fuck Johnnie told your ass you ain’t doin’.”
She lowered her lashes. Licked her lips again. Classic Kendall moves. She was still a whore at heart. She couldn’t even respect her husband enough to stop offering Christopher pussy, either outright or on the sly, like she was now.
“Do I have to tell you?”
He didn’t speak. He simply gave her a look that she took as the silent demand he meant it to be.
“I’ve been asked to represent a young man. Johnnie told me no, and said I’m the attorney for Meggie and Zoann’s healthcare business and have a small interest in it. But that isn’t enough. I want to use the degree I worked my ass off to earn. Since my husband ordered me to be happy with what I’m doing, I know it was because of your dictate that I not practice law. Johnnie wouldn’t even approach you. He just tried to act like you and tell me I can’t do it.”
So many issues arose with her explanation, Christopher took a moment to process her words.
“Please, let me take the case, Christopher.”
“Short fuckin’ answer? Fuck no,” he growled. “Long answer? Motherfuckin’ no. Problem solved, so get the fuck outta my face.”
“No! Not until you tell me why. This is a free country. I can do anything I damn well please. If I want to take that fucking case, bastard, I will.”
The more she spoke, the more his temper rose, until his head started to pound, and his pulse raced. He tried to remember what Megan told him to do when he went into blind rages. Count fucking sheep, or some bullshit. Or stars. That worked for sleepless motherfuckers, not for assholes so furious at a red-headed bitch, he saw himself strangling the fuck out of her.
Every time she made her demands as if she was owed something in her miserable life, he recalled all the times she’d gotten the club into problems. The last time had almost gotten him, her, and Val killed. The first time…
It was because of the first time, when Megan had lost his second son, and he’d almost lost her, that Christopher detested Kendall. He could forgive almost anything. If it didn’t have to do with his girl.
Not only had Kendall guilted Megan into going on a suicide mission, but, over the years, Kendall had fucked with Megan’s head. Made her feel less than worthy because she chose to be a housewife.
“If
all you can do is stand there and look stupid, then this meeting is over. I’m sure you remember all I know about your precious wife. You’ll stay out of my way or I’ll tell her she killed a man to save your wretched life. I’ll tell her Dinah betrayed the entire club.” Standing, she turned to leave.
Christopher jetted from his chair so fast, it flipped onto its side. Kendall sprinted for the door, but he got to it first and blocked her departure, grabbing her throat. Her fingers went to his hands, but he turned her and shoved her against the door.
“You wanna live, Kendall?” he snarled. “Cuz I can fuckin’ choke the fuck outta you right now, cut you into lil fuckin’ pieces, and tell John Boy you ran the fuck away. We been through this song and dance be-fuckin-fore.”
He applied just enough pressure to let her know he meant business but not enough where he forgot this was Johnnie’s wife that the motherfucker truly loved. As much as he wanted to, he had no intentions of killing her. This time. He just wanted to frighten the fuck out of her to shut her the fuck up. Although she used her threats to get her way, one motherfucking day, she’d follow through and tell Megan things he didn’t want her to know. The fact that he knew she’d aborted Johnnie’s kid out of anger apparently wasn’t enough of a deterrent. She wanted her way. Period. Sooner or later, he had a decision to make. He’d have to make her disappear. How, was the question. Permanently? Or barring her from club grounds?
“You got a fuckin’ death wish, Kendall?” he whispered against her ear, despising her to the depths of his soul. “I ain’t Johnnie. You live cuz of him. Any other motherfucker, man or woman, mess with my girl, and they fuckin’ die.” He shook her. “You want that?”
“I might as well be dead if I can’t do what I want to do,” she spat, real tears sliding down her cheeks, her eyes wide. “All I am in this wretched place is an old lady. Rory, Matilda, and JJ’s mom, Johnnie’s wife. What about me? I have my own identity. It’s one lousy case. One. You’re not stopping me from doing it because of you. Or Johnnie. Or the club. It’s because of her. Meggie is happy being an airhead. I’m not. My sum total is worth more than being a cum receptacle and mousy housewife. If I can’t work this case, I’d rather be dead.”
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